On My Way To Tuscany: Part III
Thursday, June 24th, 2010
Castello Vuillermin in Finale Ligure
Castello Vuillermin sat high on the hill above town. It wasn’t an old castello as castles go, only a century old, if that. My bed next to the window gave a splendid view of the rooftops of the town below and the brilliant blue sea extending beyond to the horizon. Sleeping was really the only thing I did here, and the best part of sleeping was the waking up in the morning and seeing that view.
During the rest of my days, my time was spent slathered in olive oil and lemon juice, sunning myself on the beach. Or eating. Or walking. It felt good to take a break from my urban passion of going to museums and studying works of art. My first Italian food discoveries came from this little beach town. Did you know that you can buy slices of focaccia cut to any size and priced by the kilogram? Who knew that pizza without sauce could taste like rosemary in heaven? Or that you can make a meal out of gelato?
